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Lotus #2, Olympic Gold #8
Name: kay_brooke
Story: The Queen
Colors: Lotus #2 (the jewel in the lotus), Olympic Gold #8 (winter)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti (Sprinting)
Word Count: 267
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Caroline sees the northern lights.
Note: Takes place right before this piece. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
The sky lit up with an eerie blue glow that wafted across the stars and cast everything in its eldritch light. Caroline gasped and drew back, straight into the arms of Pajer, who chuckled softly in the back of his throat.
“Is it magic?” Caroline whispered. Surely that meant the city she sought was around here somewhere? The villagers of Windrock claimed they had never heard of it, but they also claimed they were the northernmost village in the world, the last bit of life shining in this land of eternal winter. So the city had to be around here somewhere.
“If it be,” said Pajer, “it is as old as the memories of this village. The lights have always been there. Some believe ‘tis Arbeddis smiling down upon us.” He tightened his arms around her.
Caroline stilled. Pajer had made his interest known, and if she had been anyone else, if she had not been on her quest, she might have returned it. But she was as she was, and she pulled away.
“Apologies,” Pajer muttered, lowering his head.
Caroline looked back at the lights. “Has anyone attempted to find where they come from?”
“Not possible,” said Pajer, “if they do indeed come from above.”
Caroline shook her head. “It is worth looking.”
“There is nothing more out there,” said Pajer. “We are the last before the end of the world.”
“Maybe the last of the living,” she said.
“It is not wise to seek the dead.”
Caroline turned away from the sky. “Perhaps not,” she said. “But I have no other choice.”
kay_brookeStory: The Queen
Colors: Lotus #2 (the jewel in the lotus), Olympic Gold #8 (winter)
Styles/Supplies: Graffiti (Sprinting)
Word Count: 267
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; no standard warnings apply
Summary: Caroline sees the northern lights.
Note: Takes place right before this piece. Constructive criticism is welcome, either through comments or PM.
The sky lit up with an eerie blue glow that wafted across the stars and cast everything in its eldritch light. Caroline gasped and drew back, straight into the arms of Pajer, who chuckled softly in the back of his throat.
“Is it magic?” Caroline whispered. Surely that meant the city she sought was around here somewhere? The villagers of Windrock claimed they had never heard of it, but they also claimed they were the northernmost village in the world, the last bit of life shining in this land of eternal winter. So the city had to be around here somewhere.
“If it be,” said Pajer, “it is as old as the memories of this village. The lights have always been there. Some believe ‘tis Arbeddis smiling down upon us.” He tightened his arms around her.
Caroline stilled. Pajer had made his interest known, and if she had been anyone else, if she had not been on her quest, she might have returned it. But she was as she was, and she pulled away.
“Apologies,” Pajer muttered, lowering his head.
Caroline looked back at the lights. “Has anyone attempted to find where they come from?”
“Not possible,” said Pajer, “if they do indeed come from above.”
Caroline shook her head. “It is worth looking.”
“There is nothing more out there,” said Pajer. “We are the last before the end of the world.”
“Maybe the last of the living,” she said.
“It is not wise to seek the dead.”
Caroline turned away from the sky. “Perhaps not,” she said. “But I have no other choice.”
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